young dolph - missed count lyrics
[intro]
h-llo?
woah
aye, i’ma call you right back bruh
i’m trynna finish countin this money bruh
you makin me f-ck up bruh
i’ma call you right back bruh
sh-t man
aye, aye
[hook]
i keep on startin over
cause i keep f-ckin up the count
i’m steady startin over
i keep f-ckin up the count
i keep on startin over
cause i keep f-ckin up the count
i’m steady startin over
i keep f-ckin up the count
got my foreign drop top
parked in front of yo b-tch house
i’m headin to the trap
just came from out yo b-tch mouth
i’m fresh as f-ck
i’m high as h-ll
just smoked about a ounce
i’m steady startin over
i keep f-ckin up the count
[verse: 1]
i keep f-ckin up the count
i keep rollin out the pound
i keep nothin but real ones round me
turn my hood to kush county
aka castalia
i pay her rent
and she hold my sack
n-gg-, that’s a favor for a favor
you can have them b-tches
i just want the stacks
lil n-gg- came up from sh-t
somedays i just sit and reminisce
who was f-ckin with me back then?
who was f-ckin with me back when?
back when my momma and my daddy was smokin
when a young n-gg- was f-cked up
and hopeless
they don’t like this sh-t
and i know it
f-ck ‘em
went and bought another rollie
got a pocket full of guacamole
i got nothin but designer on me
two hundred thow worth of bling
glowin
if it ain’t raw
i ain’t even pourin
if it ain’t bout money
i ain’t even goin
you already know what i’m on
san fransisco cookies got me stoned
pick up the paper and i’m gone
[hook]
i keep on startin over
cause i keep f-ckin up the count
i’m steady startin over
i keep f-ckin up the count
i keep on startin over
cause i keep f-ckin up the count
i’m steady startin over
i keep f-ckin up the count
got my foreign drop top
parked in front of yo b-tch house
i’m headin to the trap
just came from out yo b-tch mouth
i’m fresh as f-ck
i’m high as h-ll
just smoked about a ounce
i’m steady startin over
i keep f-ckin up the count
[verse: 2]
i keep f-ckin up the count
i keep blowin money
i keep rollin up weed
in the strip club, throwin money
all these n-gg-s say they real
but most of ‘em the fakest
two labels offered me two milli
but i didn’t take it
i’m chillin
i’m good
i’m straight
these rappers, they broke
i’m paid
codeine in my pink lemonade
givenchy my attire today
for my n-gg-s, i go out of my way
p-ssy n-gg- move up out of my way
i had to go hard for this sh-t
n-gg-, i put my heart in this sh-t
never gave my heart to a b-tch
i won’t even argue with a b-tch
some of these b-tches more realer than these n-gg-s
back seat of the bentley
the choppa hold bout 50
in and out the city
yo b-tch said she missed me
[hook]
i keep on startin over
cause i keep f-ckin up the count
i’m steady startin over
i keep f-ckin up the count
i keep on startin over
cause i keep f-ckin up the count
i’m steady startin over
i keep f-ckin up the count
got my foreign drop top
parked in front of yo b-tch house
i’m headin to the trap
just came from out yo b-tch mouth
i’m fresh as f-ck
i’m high as h-ll
just smoked about a ounce
i’m steady startin over
i keep f-ckin up the count
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